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Before

By poseidon2342 All Rights Reserved ©

Horror

Before

Before

I was with him, as he clambered onto the yellow school bus, as I gleefully blew kisses at him and waved franticly as to annoy my little brother. He didn't wave back. My geek of a brother, didn't wave back. I rolled my eyes, he'd finally joined the twentieth century. That was until I saw his face, a bleached,ghost-like complexion with great dark panda eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his pupils,however,seemed snake-like. He seemed to have unusually have gotten raw scratches on his face, along with an eerie scar trailing from the left of his eyebrow to the tip of his cracked, bleeding lips. I hadn't noticed. It was scary how he had morphed into a zombie just in a matter of minutes, from a bright-eyed, rosy cheeked ten-year old to the living dead.

He didn't come back. ever.

I saw the bus shift forward just as I saw the chalk-white other boys corner him and just as the bus pulled away, they fell upon him. I frowned. Could Malix be getting bullied on his first day at Bartholomew Lorraine's Outstanding Overview of Determination School? I laughed, what a tongue twister! I have to go at Kimmer High, but no, the geek has to get a scholarship to a school, by them just weighing him! I vowed to confront him about it the moment he got home. I left the matter behind, as I linked arms with my best friend Bilal's arm, as we marched into the 16A, I was making a big fuss over nothing.

He didn't come back. ever.

After

I came back, looking like a dead bug, but still alright. My soppy parents had checked the insight. He was there all right, all day. We waited. And waited. He didn't turn up, even when it had got to ten. He slept at eight. Always. He was the perfect child, neat and sweet, respectful and hard working. He didn't stay up late. At the age of twelve, he never smoked, played around or came home drunk and late. He was never dishonest. I was. I lied, cheated and got into masses of trouble. I was the one who forgot to feed the cat, to never help my parents, to basically torment him. But yet, the loveable fool loved me. Looked up to me. Admired me. He never really showed it, he disapproved of me, the big bad fifteen-year old sister, but yet I was his favourite, the one he demanded justice for, the one who covered up my late nights, the one who stood up for me. My parents hated it, but they could not ever get angry at their beloved child. So it was time for me to do something for him, not to him.

He didn't come back. ever.

A day passed. My parents were hysterical. At this point, my father said "It's the school. There is something about that school, that is disturbing. I wish to investigate it, to take revenge on that dirty, insecure school that hurt my darling, charming boy who-,"... At this point, my father had another fir of crying, until I knew what I had to do. This to my father was just another of his useless theories, rash rants, but to me, was a hand reaching out to me for my brother. "I want to go to his school," I announced. Through tear-stained eyes, they looked at me, puzzled. "It would be good for me,", I gabbled on." Think about it, it would discipline me more, I would become, like, like Malix." At this point, my grieving parents looked at me with fury and misunderstand in their eyes. They bellowed for hours, about how I was a selfish, greedy girl who liked to make the best of every bad situation, but on the inside, I decided to do some background research first.

He didn't come back. ever.

Google Results for "Bartholomew Lorraine"

Bartholomew Lorraine was a famous for founding the "Bartholomew Lorraine's Outstanding Overview of Determination " School, in Nottingham. He was famous for his story, that in World War Two his plane crashed, on an undiscovered island, with a tribe of cannibals. He was welcomed warmly, and would not perish due to their greeds, and very soon, became a huge fan of eating human flesh, quoting that 'One has not lived until they have truly tastes human flesh. As a fish craves other fish, we humans have an unknown craving for the taste of our own species, which is one like no other. The flavours of this cuisine are unique and addictive, and it is my dream to promote a society of man-eating children, so that this remarkable taste can be consumed at an early age.' He is long dead, but rumour has it he is still hosting a secret cannibal tribe somewhere in Nottingham only where is it?

He didn't come back. ever.

I felt sick to the ends of my stomach. Bartholomew Lorraine's Outstanding Overview of Determination School. Also known as B.L.O.O.D school. I didn't want to go. I really didn't. I had to. I had to. For Malix.

He didn't come back. ever.

1 week later...

I lined up outside the school. No wonder no one knows about it. My father found it, when hopelessly lost, behind an army of willow trees, went inside, and Malix gave his scholarship exam there and then. It was impossible to find, but after three hours of hopeless wandering, we discovered it. I found it. I was asked to sit inside, by an intercom and I went inside. Yes, I was weighed, and I was also given a date. June the seventeenth. That was my lifespan. I never met anyone. Until a large, burly man came along...

He didn't come back. ever.

I whipped out my knife and in one swift move, was on top of the principal. "TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU MONSTER! TELL ME!" I screamed. He laughed, a cold, cruel laugh. I knew now, as I glanced around the place.

He didn't come back. ever.

On his first day, whilst my back was turned, he was clawed by the other cannibals, scratched. He'd known I realised, my heart thumping. He'd known all along. Then on the bus, knowing that they would get a half-hour detention, the other kids fell upon him the moment the bus drove off. I was speechless. A detention, for a murder. Impossible. As I glared at the dead, hungry eyes of the principal, I didn't see the mocking laugh, the greed for lives. "Well, how are you going to prove to the world that I did a terrible crime?" he mocked, in a high-pitched imitation of me. That was true. Who on earth was going to believe me? He continued." Why, your little pet had brought a camera with him, and a stack of books on Bartholomew Lorraine, what, was he here on holiday or something?"Yes, it seemed that Malix had wanted to be the first person to discover the society, and together we would end it. He had been alarmed by the victims of human greed, but the worse thing was that his last words were 'Melvyn'. Me.

I lashed out with my knife, at the same time I realised we were on the first floor, just as he threw me into a mob of waiting pupils...

We didn't come back, ever. We couldn't...


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